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Oct. 23, around nine o'clock, GOP's special action commanding office: Dozens of "rock-ribbed" Reps arrived on and off to attend a briefing held by their hauptman Mutt Gaets, a Florida Trumpery henchman who's revived and led the sturmabteilung. Gaets gave meagre informations and instructions about the imminent action, while spent excessive length and strength on his pep-talk:~~~~~the Dems are planning the deepest, the dirtiest yet the dumbest subversive travesty against unser fuhrer~~~~~~
Hails rising up from the crowd: Vive unser fuhrer!~~~
Gates went on: As the legendary cross-century storm troopers, we've always been possessed with a solemn sense of mission. Here's the timeless zeitgeist trinity of storm troopers: unswerving loyalty to fuhre, indomitable perseverence for party's pursuits, unsurpassable strength of iron fist . We're determined to carry forward such zeitgeist throughout the fulfillment of all our glorious goals as it has firmly been our unfailing tenet. Presently, what we're about to do is to detroy their plot in a blitz. However, unlike the old generations who only fought on the street, we directly strike home------raid their headquarter, ransack their SCIF and ride our roughshods over their rotten bodies!  
Hails roaring over the crowd: Hurrah! Hurray!~~~ storm their~~~slit'em~~~ slay'em~~~slay their ~~~  
Gaets:~~~~~~ 
The crowd~~~~~
Gaets:SLOGAN for this action:
We are the fuhrer's new century storm trooper,
before us anyone except him must stand a stooper.
Storm the Dems in a jiff,
sink the SCIF, then skin Schiff,
sling back tightly locked and cooped Laura Cooper.
The crowd:Storm the Dems in a jiff, sink SCIF, skin Schiff~~~~~~
Gates:~~~~~~
The crowd~~~~~~
Gates: Ready? Ok! Let's go!

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